Page 29 of Wreaking Havoc
“I’m not sweet,” Sascha mumbled.
“Oh, but you are.” Kai brushed his hand along Sascha’s stomach, feeling him tremble. “The sweetest morsel I’ve come across in a long, long while.”
“You make it sound like you want to eat me,” Sascha accused shakily.
What could Kai say to that? He did want that, in a way. The small taste of Sascha’s soul he’d had so far was not enough. He wanted all of it. All of him.
For as long as Kai could remember, he’d been a restless soul. He’d been restless in the demon realm, volunteering for the Book as soon as he’d been able. And he’d been restless through all his many summonings, eager to be finished. And then he’d been restless in the Void, waiting to be done with it all.
But he could easily stay on this beach, with Sascha trembling in his arms, for another three centuries without tiring of it.
“Would you like me to touch you, zaychik?”He tugged at the waist of Sascha’s trousers, but they wouldn’t give. He peered over Sascha’s shoulder—there was a button there, as well as a small metal tag.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Sascha straightened, brushing Kai’s hand aside to undo the fastenings himself before grabbing Kai’s hand and shoving it inside, groaning when Kai’s palm settled around the soft skin of his cock.
Kai squeezed with an approving hum. “You’re already hardening, pup? From a wee bit of touching?”
“Shut up.” Sascha leaned back against him. “I’ve had a bit of a dry spell.”
Kai kissed the side of his neck, bared so conveniently for him, before exploring his prize with his fingers as best he could within the tight constraints of Sascha’s trousers. He was a surprising length, for his smaller frame.
Although, his size was nothing compared to Kai’s, of course.
Sascha sighed, his head rolling back onto Kai’s shoulder. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Kai froze, biting back a growl of displeasure at the words. “Why not?”
“What if someone comes by?”
That was his hesitation? Kai resumed his exploration, bringing Sascha to full hardness, tucking his head against Sascha’s outstretched neck. “I’d hear them long before they approached us.”
“Oh.” Sascha’s breath caught as Kai thumbed at the fluid building at the tip of his cock. “Then you should definitely make me come.”
Kai grinned against the soft skin of Sascha’s neck. And here Sascha had claimed he wasn’t brave.
Kai brought Sascha’s cock out of his trousers. There wasn’t a lot of give with the damned things, so he pressed the hard length back against Sascha’s stomach, stroking as best he could, the metal teeth at the opening digging into his hand. “As I said before, I prefer your other attire.” Those soft leggings would have been easier to work with.
“I’ll—I’ll keep that in—in mind,” Sascha told him, gasping between the words.
He was so very sensitive. So responsive. It was delectable to witness. Kai’s own cock was hard and aching between his thighs, desire thrumming in his veins.
Sascha moaned when Kai twisted his palm over the head of his cock. “Your hand is so hot. Fuck, that feels good.”
He liked that, did he? Good. This was nothing. When Kai had him truly alone? Undressed and bared for his lips and hands and cock?
Kai was going to ruin him for human men.
He pressed his mouth to Sascha’s ear. “If you think this is nice,” he whispered, “think of how I’ll feel inside you. If we weren’t at this beach, with all this blasted sand, I’d have you writhing on my cock already.”
Sascha let out a high-pitched whine.
Kai hummed his pleasure, squeezing the base of Sascha’s cock. “You like that idea? Of course you do. Look how sensitive you are to the slightest touch. You were made to be fucked, weren’t you, little human?”
“God.” Sascha’s head lifted and thumped back against Kai’s chest.
It was addictive, the way he was melting into Kai, the way Kai’s touch had those outer defenses crumbling so easily.
He wanted Kai to be nice to him? Kai wouldworshiphim, if this was the result.
